Aprils POV.
I stared at Jon as he continued to watch the tv.
"17 year old April Mendez has been missing for over several weeks. Her family has prayed night after night wishing that she'd come back to them. They tried calling her over and over but never got a response. This is truly--"
He turned off the tv and began to pace back and forth.
"You see this shit?" He asked me. "Um, y-yeah."
"Ugh!" He groaned. I rolled my eyes. "It's all of your fault. You can't be mad at anyone but yourself." I said.
He stopped pacing and looked at me. "What did you say?"
"I said, it's all of your fault bitch! And I hope my family finds me soon and they arrest your crazy--ah!" I screamed while holding my face.
I couldn't even hold them in. The tears just came down fast.
Next thing I knew, he began beating me. Punch after punch, kick after kick, spit after spit. He did everything and he didn't stop.
He stomped on my stomach, face, just everything.
Can I please die now? I mean seriously, what did I do to deserve this. I'm a good girl.
Soon after, I just stopped screaming and just continued to lay there while he beat me..
What's the point of screaming anymore? No one will hear me and it's not gonna make him stop.
"Get your hoe ass up!" He shouted. I ignored him and continued sobbing.
"April, what the fuck did I say?! Get up!!" "I can't!" I whispered.
My throat was so sore from all of my screaming.
"Bullshit. I'm giving you 10 seconds to get up now!"
"B-But Jon, I--" "6."
"It hurts. I can't move." I whined. "8."He continued counting.
I began to slowly get up even though it hurt really bad. I was on my hands and knees. "I can't--" "times up bitch!" He kicked me hard making me fall over.
"Stupid thot. Gosh, I fucking hate you." He stomped my chest hard.
I started to cough up blood.
All of this for what? Just because I expressed my opinion on how this was his fault?
"Clean up all of this blood." He stepped on my hand and walked off.
I just laid there I couldn't move at all. Honestly, this was the worse. He has NEVER ever treated me this bad.
I couldn't cry anymore.
I couldn't talk.
I couldn't move.
Can I still die though?
I wish.
As more blood spilled out I began to feel light headed and get dizzy. I tried my best to keep my eyes open but I couldn't. They slowly closed. Is this it? Am I finally dying? I hope so!
Then, everything went blank.
